Akira hissed as her alarm clock when /It was another...Sad day. The kind of day where it's cloudy, shady everywhere you go. It always took at least five minutes for Akira to get up, but today she was feeling a little active, and she woke up in two minutes. "Time to prepare for..Sigh..School." She mumbled, getting ready for school, and preparing her breakfast.
A breeze flew past the school, sweeping the leaves and rustling the trees. Akira opened the two grand doors of her school, and what she saw at first were people throwing paper airplanes around, while the nerds get hit by them. Next, she saw the girly girls, A.K.A, the popular girls chatting about themselves. She ignored them, and once she walked past the other students, some noticed her and began whispering and mumbling about something...No, not something. Akira. They whispered about /And once they all went from noisiness to muffled whispers, they could hear a paperclip drop. But, Akira just kept on walking, into her classroom, labelled "Room 1-A". Today, Akira noticed a new student in class, standing next to the teacher. As always, she took her seat and began continuing her drawings, or starting a new drawing.